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The Tale Not Old As Time 1 “Amber Liquid”
“For those who crave a scandalous love story set in a fictional world, this book is for you. Please note that all names and places mentioned in this story are entirely fictional. This allows for complete creative freedom and ensures that the story is not tied to real-world events or people.”OneOnce upon a time when we were children, our world was a playground of endless possibilities. We were young and naive. We were consumed by the joy of toys, the thrill of games, and the excitement of exploring our surroundings. The complexities of adulthood seemed so distant, so irrelevant to our carefree existence. We never gave a second thought to the responsibilities that lay ahead, the pressures of work, the pressures of status in life, the insane headaches of bills to pay, the debts, the stress of commuting, or the anxiety of running late for work and the in-betweens. Our days were filled with laughter, imagination, and a sense of wonder that seemed to permeate every aspect of our lives.Bu
Last Updated : 2024-10-04The Tale Not Old As Time 2 “Bourbon On A Rainy Night”
TwoFlorence lowered her head, her shoulders trembling as silent tears streamed down her face. Desperate for a moment of respite, she reached up to remove her hearing aid from her right ear. The world immediately grew quieter, offering a brief reprieve from the cacophony of her thoughts and emotions.Every year, as the anniversary of her parents’ and older brother’s passing approached, Florence would find solace in the familiar embrace of alcohol. It had become a ritual, a bittersweet tradition that marked the occasion. Though she had begun drinking at a young age at sixteen, it was in these moments of grief that the habit truly took hold. The drink offered a temporary escape from the pain, a way to numb the ache in her heart. It was her attempt to cope, to reconcile herself with the harsh reality of their loss. In the intoxicating haze of alcohol, she could pretend that everything was normal, that her parents were still by her side, that her older brother Frederick would still find
Last Updated : 2024-10-05The Tale Not Old As Time 3 “The Stranger”
ThreeThe stranger could detect the strong scent of alcohol on Florence’s breath despite the scent of rain hitting the dry ground, but he refrained from making any judgmental comments. He observed her distress, her tears flowing freely, and he understood very well that she was going through a difficult time and everyone did go through something somewhere. Even earlier, from the safety of his car, he had witnessed her collapse onto the sidewalk, her cries echoing through the rain. He knew that she was not the only person in her suffering, that everyone, in their own way, was battling their own demons. He was battling his own demons as well. Humans, he believed and he knew well, were inherently flawed and imperfect. They were driven by a constant desire for more, fueled by envy and dissatisfaction. People were designed to be like that. He recognized his own shortcomings, his own imperfections, after all he was a human himself, but he strived to maintain a sense of decency and respect i
Last Updated : 2024-10-05The Tale Not Old As Time 4 “The Fragility Of Innocence”
Four As the stranger continued to observe her, he was reminded of the fragility of innocence, how easily it could be lost. He felt a protective instinct, a desire to shield her from the harsh realities of life, to preserve the purity that shone so brightly in her eyes. At that moment, the stranger realized that he had stumbled upon something truly special. He had encountered a soul untouched by the cynicism and despair that often characterized the world. Maybe he was right, or maybe he was wrong. But one thing was for sure, he saw innocence in her eyes. Her innocence was a beacon of hope, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was still beauty and goodness to be found.The stranger cleared his throat, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them. “Would you like some hot tea?” he asked, his tone polite and considerate. “I do not think coffee would be a good choice at this late hour. Perhaps a decaf would be better?” he suggested, his words a r
Last Updated : 2024-10-05The Tale Not Old As Time 5 “Unforgiving Winter”
FiveFlorence remembered it very well. It was December 2019 the snow fell gently, little by little, a soft blanket of white that draped the city in a serene tranquility. The air was intensely crisp and biting, a stark contrast to the warmth of the indoors. The streets, once bustling with life and cars, were now deserted due to the cold temperature and the surfaces slick with a thin layer of ice.A lone figure emerged from a nearby building, their breath visible in the frigid air. They bundled up in a thick coat and scarf, their hands tucked deep into their pockets for warmth. As they stepped onto the icy pavement, their feet slipped slightly, sending a jolt of surprise through their body. With cautious steps, they navigated the treacherous terrain, their eyes scanning the ground for any hidden patches of black ice.“Jesus Christ, Flo, hurry up!” Frederick exclaimed impatiently from downstairs. He was actually home for the winter break from his college and he was enjoying a temporary r
Last Updated : 2024-10-05The Tale Not Old As Time 6 “So Cruel”
Six“Snowflakes dance in the winter air,A magical sight, beyond compare.Christmas lights, a twinkling gleam,Filling hearts with a festive dream.”In the distance, the sound of a choir singing hymns from the nearby church wafted in an echoing manner through the air. The choir's voices blended together into a soft, otherworldly hum that seemed to float through the air. The music was like a gentle breeze carrying the voices of angels, a comforting and uplifting sound."Jolly old Santa, with a sleigh so bright, Delivers gifts with all his might.Children gather, eyes aglow,As presents under the Christmas tree grow."As Florence's gaze adjusted to the darkness, she could see nothing but the inky blackness that enveloped her surroundings. Suddenly, the world seemed to freeze around her while there was this strong and painful ringing in her ears and a bit of confusion in her head. Snowflakes danced in the air, swirling and twirling above Florence’s head. Her breath was visible in the f
Last Updated : 2024-10-05The Tale Not Old As Time 7 “A Silent World”
Seven The world was silent in the year 2019 for Florence Emry.Florence paused, her breath catching in her throat. A wave of panic threatened to engulf her, but she fought against it, forcing herself to remain calm even if there was a voice in the back of her head that kept asking her how she was going to remain calm? She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, as deep as she could, while she was trying to steady her nerves and her fast heart beating that was pounding inside her chest. With renewed focus, she listened intently, straining to hear any sound. The silence was deafening. No matter how hard she tried, she could not detect a single noise. The world around her seemed to have been muted. And a silent world was… terrifying. Her gaze shifted to the beeping machine, its rhythmic pulses a stark contrast to the eerie quietness that she was hearing. It was functioning normally, she thought, its electronic voice a constant presence in the room where she was in. Yet, even its fam
Last Updated : 2024-10-06The Tale Not Old As Time 8 “Completely Nothing”
Eight Florence’s face was a mask of confusion and bewilderment, whatever the nurse was telling her, she heard completely nothing. Not a single whisper, word, squeak, breath or gasp. Her eyes, filled with more tears streaming down her cheeks, darted back and forth, searching for a familiar sound that never came. Her lips parted slightly, as if she were trying to form a question, but no words escaped from her lips because she had a lot of things in her mind that her mouth could not keep up. Her brows furrowed, and her expression grew increasingly distressed. It was as if she were trapped in a silent world, unable to comprehend the information being conveyed to her through the nurse’s moving lips.A wave of panic, so similar to an overwhelming strong earthquake, began to engulf Florence. The realization that she might be trapped in a silent world sent a chill down her spine. A glimmer of hope flickered in the back of her mind, a desperate wish that this deafness was merely a temporary
Last Updated : 2024-10-09
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The Tale Not Old As Time 86 “Hope”
Eighty-SixWith Chaos’ influence and resources, the investigation moved swiftly. One by one, the victims came forward, their testimonies painting a harrowing picture of Oscar’s depravity. The legal battle was arduous, a long and winding road filled with obstacles and setbacks. But Chaos, with his unwavering determination, pushed forward, ensuring that justice would prevail.The trial was a grueling ordeal, a public airing of the darkest secrets. The victims, brave and resilient, shared their harrowing experiences, their voices echoing through the courtroom. The pieces of evidence were overwhelming, the guilt undeniable.The judge read the verdict, “Oscar Heath Godric, you have been found guilty of multiple counts of sexual assault, rape, first degree murder, kidnapping, assault and battery, and drug posession and distribution. Your actions were heinous, despicable, and have caused immeasurable pain and suffering to your victims.”There was silence in the courtroom as it thickened mor
The Tale Not Old As Time 85 “Timing”
Eighty-FiveFlorence, dazed and disoriented, tried to regain her composure. She knew she had to be careful, to protect herself. She could not let Heath overpower her. Gathering her strength, she retaliated, striking him with all her might. The blow landed, catching him off guard. Heath roared, “You bitch!” His voice echoed through the room, filled with rage and frustration. He lunged at Florence, his fists raised, but she was ready. She dodged his attack, her movements swift and precise. She knew she had to fight back, to protect herself. He struck Florence with a slap which rocked her world but she was ready to fight back. “How dare you ruin innocent lives for your own benefit?!” She clawed his face strongly including on his eyelids. Heath screamed in pain since Florence’s nails dug deep on his skin, “You fucking whore!!” He grabbed the back of her hair and tugged her strongly causing her to scream in pain.The two young boys cowered in the corner, their eyes wide with fear. They
The Tale Not Old As Time 84 “Returned”
Eighty-FourFlorence returned to the apartment which was owned by Heath, a sense of unease washing over her. After everything she had found out about him, she did not want to go inside but she knew that she had to be here to formally end things. The familiar surroundings now felt alien as soon as she got through the front door. It was now tainted by the darkness that had once permeated the space which had been lurking without her knowing about it. She had not been back in a week, a week filled with uncertainty and fear.Chaos had been tirelessly working with his legal team, gathering evidence, and building a case against Heath. He had assured her that he would handle everything, that she was safe. But the fear still lingered, a constant reminder of the horrors she had endured. Florence hurried through the apartment and headed straight to her bedroom, gathering her belongings. She worked quickly, her movements driven by a sense of urgency. She wanted to leave, to escape this place be
The Tale Not Old As Time 83 “A Big One”
Eighty-Three“We have a lead,” Evan told Chaos, his voice filled with a newfound sense of purpose. The weight of the words hung heavy in the air, a promise of hope amidst the darkness. Chaos, his interest piqued, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the conversation over the phone. “What do you mean? What kind of lead?” he asked, his voice eager. Evan hesitated, a thoughtful expression on his face. “It is still on the early stages, but I have uncovered some promising information,” he explained. “A potential witness, well, witnesses, some people who might be able to shed light on Oscar’s past, and who he is right now.” A surge of excitement coursed through Chaos. This was a breakthrough, a chance to finally bring Oscar to justice. He had waited for this moment, and had yearned for it. Now, it seemed, the universe was aligning, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. “What do you mean witnesses?” Chaos asked curiously.“There was not only one witness, sir,” Evan answered, “as I ha
The Tale Not Old As Time 82 “The Sun Cast Long Shadows”
Eighty-TwoThe sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the peaceful landscape. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, creating a serene atmosphere. Chaos and Florence stood there in silence, their thoughts drifting as the wind was blowing and blowing, peaceful but almost not.“We gather here today to mourn the loss of a life, a life cut short, a life filled with promise. Nora Van Derlyn was a beacon of hope, a source of strength, and a loving soul. Though their time on Earth was brief, their impact was profound.” The pastor spoke solemnly as the wind blew through their hair.The sun cast long shadows over the cemetery, a stark contrast to the vibrant life that once filled Nora’s days. Chaos and Florence stood beside her grave, the weight of their grief heavy on their hearts. They had come to pay their respects, to say a final goodbye. And there was only them and no one else. The silence was profound, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the dist
The Tale Not Old As Time 81 “Her Loss Was Heavy”
Eighty-One Chaos knew that he had to carry on, to fight for justice, not just for Nora, but for the other victim of his abuse, especially Noah Van Derlyn. But the weight of her loss was heavy, a burden he would carry for the rest of his life. “But sir, we have to meet as soon as possible. I have found another case in which Oscar’s name was mentioned but was never pushed through to be filed against him.”Chaos slammed his fist on the table, his anger palpable. “Why haven’t they filed charges against him?!” he roared, his voice echoing through the room. “How can they let a monster like that roam free?!”“I understand your frustration, sir. But the assigned police and investigator in this case had long retired.”“Bullshit!” Chaos angrily yelled.Evan felt a shiver run down his spine as he tried to muster up some courage to inform him, “The case file states that there was insufficient evidence to proceed,” He explained, his voice somber. “Weak eyewitness testimony and a lack of physical
The Tale Not Old As Time 80 “Pearlescent White”
Eighty “Come on, just close your eyes.” Chaos spoke to her with the graceful movements of his hands. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, a small figure enveloped in his oversized shirt and pajama bottoms. The soft fabric, once his, now carried the warmth of her presence.The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows on the wall. A comfortable silence filled the air, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock. She signed back to him, “What are you planning to do, huh?” She smiled at him as she set the book down.Chaos smiled in return and signed once again to answer her, “Just close your pretty eyes.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek.Florence, her eyes closed, breathed in the familiar scent of Chaos, a comforting aroma that always calmed her. He reached from the bedside table drawer and pulled out a small, velvet box. He knelt beside Florence, his eyes filled with anticipation. Gently, he caressed her cheek, his touch awakening her from he
The Tale Not Old As Time 79 “The Final Dance”
Seventy-NineDays turned into a week, and Nora’s condition worsened. The trauma she had endured had taken a toll on her mental health. She retreated into a world of shadows, a prisoner of her own mind.Chaos, fueled by a relentless determination, sought help for Nora. He found a specialized mental health facility, a place of healing and recovery. One of the best in the whole city with great accommodation and the best doctors there were. He ensured that she received the best possible care, the most advanced treatments. Together with Florence, they were Nora’s constant support and her unwavering anchor.In addition to providing emotional support, Chaos also hired a private investigator to work closely with Nora’s medical team. The investigator’s task was to gather evidence, to piece together the fragments of Nora’s traumatic past. They would meticulously document every detail, every piece of evidence, to build a strong case against Doctor Oscar Heath Godric.“Mr. Battenkurt, I need to
The Tale Not Old As Time 78 “Mama”
**WARNING: The following scene contains graphic descriptions of violence and sexual assault. Reader discretion is advised. The author does not condone the acts depicted in this scene. This content is presented solely for storytelling and to highlight the devastating impact of such crimes.**Seventy-EightNora’s body was trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her eyes, filled with a burning intensity, were locked onto Oscar, her face contorted with rage. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard that she did not think it would even happen at all, a mix of anger, fear, and despair. She was a woman consumed by an immeasurable amount of grief. She was a mother driven to the brink of madness. Her gaze fell upon her son, his small body a stark contrast to the horror of the situation. His back and rear had bodily fluids on them. The evidence of the abuse was clear, a haunting reminder of the nightmare he had endured. A wave of nausea washed over her, the realization of his suffering ov
